Page 14 of Tell No Tales
Oh, no, they most certainly were not, but Vadim's protest was more of a strangled growl when Klaus finally moved his hand to caress his tip and smother it with precome.
"You're going to say my name when you come," Klaus said.
"No."
"Why not?"
Vadim wanted to take it back, to erase the hurt in Klaus's gaze. "This changes nothing."
Klaus leaned forward, and his cheek scraped against Vadim's. "Oh, my dear," he whispered in Vadim's ear. "This changes everything."
Vadim clung to the wall to keep his knees from buckling. Klaus's hand on his cock felt wonderful, but the press of his body against Klaus's when he untied his own pants and stroked them both together made him want things beyond his reach for so long. He wanted to touch, to hold, and to never let go.
"Say it." Klaus bucked against him, and a splash of cum that wasn't his dripped onto his cock. He tried to look down, but Klaus grabbed his neck and held him in place. "Gods, Vadim, say it."
Vadim admired Klaus's excellent control, even as he came for the second time in the span of a quarter-hour. Klaus smeared his warm cum over Vadim's tip and slid his slick thumb into Vadim's foreskin. Fuck, he'd never felt anything so dirty and divine.
"Gods, Klaus." He came so hard he saw stars.
Later, he would swear to himself it had been the heat of the moment, that he hadn't known what he was saying, but as his heartbeat calmed and his breathing returned to normal, he added a silent prayer to go with the one he'd vocalized.
He wanted Klaus to want him, too.
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Klaus
Vadim left the cabin with another declaration of, "This changes nothing."
As soon as Klaus changed his pants, he would find Vadim. He didn't know the death weaver's plans for the day, but he was already tired of being cooped up in the crate, reading his book. It was nice to keep the door open and let the light shine in, but he didn't want to be alone with his thoughts. He was already over-thinking what they'd done.
Twice. Klaus came twice in the time it took Vadim to give in. Klaus didn't consider himself an easy lay, but damn, everything about Vadim did it for him. The way his pupils spread over his irises until they were black pools in a ring of green. The tiny grunts he tried to hold in every time the tip of Klaus's thumb caught on his cock head. And the way he'd taken Klaus's challenge. Vadim had tried to watch Klaus's hand once, but other than that, he kept his focus on Klaus.
Fuck. What if that was the reason it took so long for him to come? Maybe Vadim still found Klaus revolting. Vadim had been turned off by the way Klaus smelled before, when he was dying. Was his scent still repulsive? He sniffed his armpits while he retied the laces of his breeches. The wet spot was already dry, the fabric dark enough the stain wouldn't show. Still, he had extra pairs in his trunk. It wasn't like he had to walk around in sticky underwear all day.
Vadim had killed more people than Klaus had met in his life, and as an orphan and pleasure worker, he'd met thousands of people. Vadim wasn't a good person by any stretch of the imagination, even if his excuse was that the people he'd killed had been trying to kill him.
Klaus had a bad habit of being attracted to men who were horrible for him, and here he was making the same mistake. Instead of lessening his infatuation, Klaus only wanted more. More kisses. More touches. He wanted to feel Vadim's bare skin against his, even if that meant casting the death weaver's scary gloves aside.
Fuck. How would it feel to have Vadim's hand on his cock?
He was dangerously close to dirtying another pair of underwear with precome. All his usual libido killers reminded him of Vadim, since they were all related to death and decay. That had only ramped up his pleasure until he'd come twice to Vadim's one orgasm, one Vadim didn't wish to repeat.
Why the fuck not?
Klaus didn't like the guy, but he sure as fuck wanted to give him more orgasms. He wanted to taste him, fuck him, and be fucked by him. Maybe then, he could get Vadim out of his system.
Klaus had to consider the very real possibility that his illness had kept him from experiencing all the joys sex could give him. Before Niall had healed him, he couldn't remember the last time he'd jacked off. The last time he'd been paid for sex, he'd passed out before his client finished.
Klaus didn't want to think about what could have happened onImperial Foolbefore Vadim had intervened, and again inStarlight Specter'shold when he'd almost blacked out from lack of oxygen.
Vadim wasn't a good guy, but he wasn't as horrible as those monsters. Klaus hadn't been sad to see them go, either. Good riddance.
There. The memory ofImperial Fool'sdead air weavers took care of his drooling cock.
On deck, the first person to accost him wasn't Vadim. It was Niall and his deep scowl of disapproval. He grabbed Klaus's arm as he tried to walk past his sail.
"You lied to me! You said you were cold and needed the sail."
